As a leader, pastor, husband, father, and human, I walk with many scars. Some from self-inflicted wounds and some from the blows of others. That’s the bad news.
Here’s some good news: Jesus accepts our wounds, tears, and scars without hesitation or condemnation.
God knows how life on this side of eternity can chew us up and spit us out at times.
- Someone says something harsh, and it cuts us.
- Someone does or doesn’t do something, and it bruises us.
- Someone we once counted as a dear and trusted friend becomes distant and untrustworthy. They know our secrets, and now we fear their betrayal.
So we hurt.
We groan about our future fears as we moan about our past wounds.
And we have the subsequent scars to substantiate our concerns.
But what if our scars—even the ones from self-inflicted idiocy—could become badges of honor?
By that, I don’t mean the wound was good, but maybe the remaining scar can…